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Or weaker, at least.

I would play dirty to keep Ryker alive, even though I didn't have any particular feelings for him.

I just couldn’t live with anyone else's death on my head.

Rhone's grip on Ryker's throat tightened, a silent warning.

He wanted to play?

I’d win. I had nothing left to lose except Bloom, and she didn’t give a damn about whether or not I exposed myself in public.

I lowered my hands to my hips. The old, ratty shorts hung off them loosely, and my threat was just as loud as his.

I was calling his bluff, and daring him to call mine.

His jaw clenched.

If I took the shorts off, everyone in the hallway—and there were a lot of them—would see my entire body bare. And the cum dripping down the insides of my thighs thatwasn'tRhone's.

Even if it had been the Beta’s, instinct told me that he wasn't as open to his woman walking around smelling like sex as his best friend was.

Ryker tried desperately to suck in air, but nothing came through.

His face was bruised and bloody, but I didn't look at him.

At the sight of blood, my fangs would descend again, despite the way I'd just gorged myself. They were throbbing again already, just from the scent of it.

Rhone’s fist tightened further on the enforcer’s throat.

Guess he thought I really was bluffing.

I pushed my shorts down my thighs.

Another roar exploded from the werewolf, and a moment later, he’d thrown me over his shoulder and hauled me into the apartment he so badly wanted me to live in.

CHAPTER THREE

harper

Rhone literally threwme into the shower, steadying me with a hand to my arm when I nearly crashed to my knees.

He turned the water on and snarled,"What the fuck are you doing, Trouble?"

"Are you seriously asking me that? You saidIwould tear someone's throat out if I fed from them. You didn't sayyouwould tear someone's throat out. You almost killed one of your own enforcers."

Rhone's eyes darkened, his nostrils flaring. "They’re Mav’s. Not mine."

He spun around, like he'd decided to hunt Ryker down after all.

I was going to have to turn up the heat.

"I'm not washing his cum off my legs or his blood from my mouth," I said matter-of-factly. "If you want it done, get in here and do it yourself."

His gaze may as well have been a dagger as he turned back to glare at me. The challenge in his eyes said he thought I would back down or tell him I was joking.

I wasn't, and I wouldn’t.

Like I said, I had no sense of modesty, and only possessed the barest of emotions.